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Originally Posted by eviltwin
......The first time I was a medical student sitting in on consultations with a cardiologist. He had a number of young women come in for an ultrasound of the heart, requiring them to undress completely on the upper body. The exams were normal, but they had to lay there with breasts exposed for several minutes while he did the exam. ........
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Hey Doc, not sure if you have figured it out yet but the cardiologist was absolutely getting off a bit to that. I've been doing EKG's for about 14 years now, 2 years as an ER tech and 12 years as an ER nurse. I have done hundreds of EKG's and with very few exceptions I have never HAD to expose a woman's breast to to perform it correctly. Those that were unavoidable were all emergent and unconscious or very sick and in a hospital gown. For those of you in the know V3 can be a bit tricky because it's under the left bra cup but it comes in from the top and doesn't even generally expose the nipple. So if the cardiologist had the girls lay fully exposed for the whole time it was because he wanted to see.
That being said, out of the hundreds of opportunities I've had there have been very few that were memorable and I'm secretly glad I got to see, or even wanted to see. Let's face it...... the demographic of women that has suspected cardiac issues is not very attractive for the most part. I will however relay a story that will forever be one of my best memories. I'll even leave the names the same I'm hopes that somehow they find out. They have since become rather good friends and I would guess that they would find it amusing.
I was working one night in triage in the ER. As usual it was crazy busy but mostly with non-emergent stuff that clogs up every ER in the country. I had just finished triaging such a patient when I walked back to the front desk and saw Debbie standing in the window. Now here is where you want to know who Debbie is. She and I had worked together about 10 years prior at a factory that has since shut down and moved to Mexico due to NAFTA. When we worked there we had a professional relationship and would speak throughout most nights as our duties intersected at various stages of the manufacturing process. She was a solid 9 and so attractive that I literally would become tongue tied when the conversation got anything but professional. I left that particular job and later the factory while she married a guy that was in the tooling department that I only knew in passing. We never saw each other again until this night.
Debbie immediately recognizes me and in a relieved voice says, (I can't remember exactly the wording so I will paraphrase.) "Oh my God, I didn't know you were a nurse. Glad it's you though. I think I'm having a heart attack. My chest is hurting really bad." Her husband Larry was there with her and seemed relieved to see a familiar face as well. As is protocol she was jumped to the front of the line. I immediately took them back to a room where I could get an EKG in order to assess whether or not she was in fact having a heart attack. We went into the room and I was trying to calm her as she was very anxious. I went to the cabinet and grabbed a hospital gown per protocol to place on her while explaining the process of what we would be doing for her. As I'm explaining everything to her I tell her that I will have to ask her to disrobe from the waist up and place the gown on her in order to do the EKG but that I will hold it up in front of her as a shield while she removes her clothes in order to "preserve her modesty." I'm actually thinking in my head whether or not I can figure out some way to look at her breasts through the cardiac monitoring hole in the chest of the gown because I'm thinking this is my only shot to fulfill a fantasy when she says something along the lines of "I don't even care right now" and pulls her shirt over her head and takes off her bra before I could react. I mean, I was willing to try and sneak a peak but she bared all before I even had the chance to! They were spectacular. Kudos to the surgeon! After she removed her clothing I held the gown out in front of her to place her arms through and the EKG carried on as normal with me keeping her covered throughout, but the vision was already burned into my mind.
Everything turned out fine, and I keep in pretty regular contact with her husband since that day, occasionally running into her when I stop by his shop to say hi or work on a project. Will go down as one of my favorite experiences as a nurse. Sometimes the wait is half of what makes it worth it.
03-22-2020, 03:43 AM
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